One Hundred & Nine

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❦☽ FANART TIME ☾❦

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❦☽ FANART TIME OVER ☾❦


TRIGGER WARNING : blood, swearing, fighting, punching, talks about self harm (cutting), ANGST, panic attacks, talks about death

Virgil POV
The urges are back.

For no fucking apparent reason, the urges are back. The urge to find something sharp and make myself bleed. To make my wrists stained red with my blood.

It's around midnight last time I checked. I haven't been able to fall asleep. I'm worried about Evan. I'm worried about Thomas. I'm worried about Dee.

Roman was snoring softly next to me, deep in sleep. But I was wide away, shaking slightly, trying my best not to cut.  To not get up and lock myself in the bathroom.  To not dismantle yet another razor and cut myself. 

I wanted to wake up Roman so he could talk me out of it.  But I didn't want to bother him. 

But that allowed for my mind to take over.  For the voices to take over again.  But they hurt even more now.  It isn't Deceit or Corruption's voice in my head anymore.  It's my own voice, telling me all the horrible truths about myself.  And that's makes it so much worse.

you're just a burden

a mistake

you will always be the bad guy

the villain in Thomas's life

you don't help Thomas

all you do is mess everything up

you are nothing more than a parasite in Thomas's mind...hurting him

a flaw...a mistake...that isn't needed

it's your fault that Evan is suffering

you can never do anything right

you deserve to be alone

you deserve all their hate

you deserve to disappear

you deserve to die

all of this is your fault

if you weren't so weak, none of this would have happened

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